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“So what do we remember since early September?”. A review of the style and themes of the senior AP Literature books we studied…. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Author : James Joyce Genre : Bildungsroman (Coming Of Age novel) Time Period :

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“Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, / Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, … And all our yesterdays have lighted fools / The way to dusty death.”

“Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, / That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, / And then is heard no more; it is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,/ Signifying nothing.”

“Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction.”

“I ardently desired the acquisition of knowledge.”

“Whence, I often asked myself, did the principle of life proceed?”

“Learn from me… how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”

“It’s queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own…”

“He was obeyed, yet he inspired neither love nor even respect.”

“Perhaps there was nothing within him… he was hollow at the core.”

“Could we handle that dumb thing, or would it handle us?”

“I would not have gone so far as to fight for Kurtz, but I went for him near enough to a lie. You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie,…. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies, -”

“I don’t like work… but I like what is in the work, - the chance to find yourself.”

“If you were man enough… the mind of man… is capable of anything... What is there after all?... But truth – truth stripped of its cloak of time… He must meet that truth with his own true stuff – with his own inborn strength.”

“No; you want a deliberate belief.”

“It’s really easier to face bereavement, dishonour, and the perdition of one’s soul – than this kind of prolonged hunger.”

“I was morbidly anxious to change my shoes and socks.”

“I laid the ghost of his gifts at last with a lie,…”

“He made me see things – things.”

“I think the knowledge came to him at last – only at the very last. But the wilderness had found him out early, and had taken on him a terrible vengeance for the fantastic invasion.”

“Oh, he enlarged my mind!”

“I did not betray Mr. Kurtz - … it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.”